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Back to category: Miscellaneous Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. songs MOTHERS, DAUGHTER, WIVES by Judy Small The first time it was fathers, The last time it was sons And in between your husbands Marched away with drums and guns. And you never thought to question. You just went on with your lives. Cause all they taught you who to be, Was mothers, daughters, wives. You can only just remember The tears your mother shed As they sat and read their papers Through the lists and lists of dead. And the gold frames held the photographs That mothers kissed each night. And the door frames held the shocked And silent strangers from the fight. It was twenty-one years later, With children of your own. The trumpets sounded once again, And the soldier boys were gone. And you drove their trucks and made their guns And tended to their wounds. And at night you kissed their photographs And prayed for safe returns. And after it was over ... Posted by: Kelly G Hess Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. |
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